QueenZone discussion #1186461

FriedChicken wrote: I don't even know what you're talkin about

Freddies Lunch Box wrote: "The song is structured with many different styles of music.  Much like a ANATO."

FriedChicken wrote: What does Life Is Real (Song for Lennon) has to do with Lennon? He's mentioned in the song, out of the blue.

Soapy Gonad wrote: Hi Everybody! Queen aren't very good, but that doesn't stop me listening to Hot Space on my cassette player lots of times a day. I am researching a book I am going to write about Queen. Seeing as you guys are experts, i would liek to run Chapter One passed you. Chapter One: Queen were a French band in the nineties that formed when lead singer Fred Mercuries attended a Holocaust Deniers convention with his friend Brian Mays. It was there that they spotted an unimportant man called John Deacons who put the life and soul into any religious atrocity. Queen were properly formed when Rogert Taylors got his drums out (took his clothes off) and this impressed Fred Mercuries. There first and last album was Hot Space and is universally regarded as one of the worst albums ever recorded. Cheers guys, let me know what you think. SG x

pittrek wrote:

Soapy Gonad wrote: Hi Everybody! Queen aren't very good, but that doesn't stop me listening to Hot Space on my cassette player lots of times a day. I am researching a book I am going to write about Queen. Seeing as you guys are experts, i would liek to run Chapter One passed you. Chapter One: Queen were a French band in the nineties that formed when lead singer Fred Mercuries attended a Holocaust Deniers convention with his friend Brian Mays. It was there that they spotted an unimportant man called John Deacons who put the life and soul into any religious atrocity. Queen were properly formed when Rogert Taylors got his drums out (took his clothes off) and this impressed Fred Mercuries. There first and last album was Hot Space and is universally regarded as one of the worst albums ever recorded. Cheers guys, let me know what you think. SG x

You are incredibly boring, you know it, right ?

FriedChicken wrote: What does Life Is Real (Song for Lennon) has to do with Lennon? He's mentioned in the song, out of the blue.

catqueen wrote:

  FriedChicken wrote: What does Life Is Real (Song for Lennon) has to do with Lennon? He's mentioned in the song, out of the blue.

Or Scissor Sisters song Paul McCartney? 

  Zebonka12 wrote: I was enthralled - and surprised.  Last time I tried starting a story on here it killed the thread and was never seen again!  Bravo for adding to it.

cacatua wrote:

      Zebonka12 wrote:   I was enthralled - and surprised.  Last time I tried starting a story on here it killed the thread and was never seen again!  Bravo for adding to it.  

Fools rush in.......................apparently there are fewer fools here than I thought! Tsk-tsk-tsk...... And here I am, dying to find out what Freddie's song was!

dragon-fly wrote:  

  cacatua wrote:  

              Zebonka12 wrote:       I was enthralled - and surprised.  Last time I tried starting a story on here it killed the thread and was never seen again!  Bravo for adding to it.      

Fools rush in.......................apparently there are fewer fools here than I thought! Tsk-tsk-tsk...... And here I am, dying to find out what Freddie's song was!

Sure you know- it was Crazy Little Thing Called Love!

Soapy Gonad wrote: Here is my story: Freddie was thumbing himself rapidly, whilst trying to fend off John Deacon's amorous intentions; "John, stop it!" Freddie said with his gay buck teeth clattering like a myriad of marbles in a sack. Meanwhile Brian was in his bedroom, shooting lazers out of his guitar whilst crying over what a frankly shoddy album the Miracle was. Unfortunately one of the lazers shot out of the window and killed a child on the pavement. Brian was arrested and turned into paste by prison queen fans (goons). Roger Taylor was always doing vox pops about Freddie so didn't manage to see the tidal wave of total irrelevance that was coming his way. In fact, the whole band didn't notice that this wave had covered them all, rendering them completely irrelevant for over 30 years. Freddie looked up..."What was that?" A vinyl copy of Hot Space span through the air and hit him in the shin. Justice, thy name is Hot Space. Now I shall list every 'not so good' Queen album: Queen I Queen II Queen III Queen IV Queen V Queen VI Queen VII Queen VIII Queen IX Queen X Hot Space The Miracle News OF The World Innuendo Made In Heaven Flash Gordon Atrocity Kind Of Magic A Night At The opera A Day At The Races A Day With A Racist. A Day With Freddie Eating Tinned Peaches Brian's Aghast! - Live in Surbiton Live At Wembley Live At John Deacon's Unsuccessful Night Club + Paul Rodgers

cacatua wrote: By the time Brian could liberate his face from his hair to see again, there was a vision of Fred, hurling his razor and muttering, "You stupid fukker!" with about 1/3 of his moustache missing. "Bri", he said I was in the shower and I thought of the lyrics to a fantastic song, and I just wanted to finish shaving and then I would write it down, but I was so preoccupied that I shaved off a bloody hunk of my moustache before I noticed what I was doing!" By this time Brian was back on his feet and peering at Fred's amputated moustache, and Freddie said, "By the way Bri, you smell like a wet poodle!" and Brian said, "That'll be enough poodle jokes from YOU Fred! Damn flea soap! The whole rat's nest had me digging at it, and as I had been hanging out with Roger's dogs, Itchy and Scratchy the other evening, I thought it better to be safe than sorry. You know what happened last time - I had to shave the mess off and wear a wig until it grew back out! You guys were merciless about it!" "Enough about your bitchy little problems! What am I going to do about my moustache?" asked Freddie. "Well, try shortening the other side so it matches," said Brian. "Shit!" said Freddie, "Now I look like that rotter, Hitler, only with an overbite! I guess the whole thing has to go." Brian, remembering the wig, said, "Why don't you just glue the ends back on?" and Fred gave him a wicked look............... "Oh, what was the song that you sacrificed your moustache to anyway?" Brian asked.

catqueen wrote:

cacatua wrote: By the time Brian could liberate his face from his hair to see again, there was a vision of Fred, hurling his razor and muttering, "You stupid fukker!" with about 1/3 of his moustache missing. "Bri", he said I was in the shower and I thought of the lyrics to a fantastic song, and I just wanted to finish shaving and then I would write it down, but I was so preoccupied that I shaved off a bloody hunk of my moustache before I noticed what I was doing!" By this time Brian was back on his feet and peering at Fred's amputated moustache, and Freddie said, "By the way Bri, you smell like a wet poodle!" and Brian said, "That'll be enough poodle jokes from YOU Fred! Damn flea soap! The whole rat's nest had me digging at it, and as I had been hanging out with Roger's dogs, Itchy and Scratchy the other evening, I thought it better to be safe than sorry. You know what happened last time - I had to shave the mess off and wear a wig until it grew back out! You guys were merciless about it!" "Enough about your bitchy little problems! What am I going to do about my moustache?" asked Freddie. "Well, try shortening the other side so it matches," said Brian. "Shit!" said Freddie, "Now I look like that rotter, Hitler, only with an overbite! I guess the whole thing has to go." Brian, remembering the wig, said, "Why don't you just glue the ends back on?" and Fred gave him a wicked look............... "Oh, what was the song that you sacrificed your moustache to anyway?" Brian asked.

'Oh, if only I could remember darling.'  Freddie began to pace up and down the tile floor, tugging on the remaining pieces of his moustache.  'It took 5 minutes to compose in the shower.'  "Wow" said Brian, that's a record.  "Well, it won't be a bloody record if I can't remember it!"  shouted Freddie distractedly.  John, meanwhile, began to fiddle with the radio.  Roger, sensing the tightly strung atomosphere, moved to gain a better view of the half-shaven Freddie.   The sound of the radio began...  "All right now, baby, it's-a all right now..."  Freddie fell, writhing to the floor, still clutching the razor in his hand.  Three heads peered curiously at him.  Was it agony or ecstacy?  "Um... Freddie?  Are you ok?" asked Brian... (not great, I'll admit, but hate to see the story end...)

cacatua wrote: Gadzooks! It goes on! I'd given up checking. And only we gals have enough guts to step up to the plate - or enough imagination, or whatever. Now if we could just write the damn song.............Can anyone out there channel Freddie?  ;o)

buffypython wrote:

  cacatua wrote: Gadzooks! It goes on! I'd given up checking. And only we gals have enough guts to step up to the plate - or enough imagination, or whatever. Now if we could just write the damn song.............Can anyone out there channel Freddie?  ;o)

Talk to that author who channeled Freddie a few years back. I guess Freddie didn't remember to tell her to not try and mooch off of it!

cacatua wrote: And only we gals have enough guts to step up to the plate - or enough imagination, or whatever.